Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I don't
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't with me
See, I look in the and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a fellow
Your neck yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and Diggy
No ship in series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder than the in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry
And I'm that
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my remind you of my dickhole
And I really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the crib and I got no tenants
And I like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got vatos shadow [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of
(Man, he took the store)

Crack a cracker with a
Gang bang tattoos, this a Louis rag
[?] got me crazy
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, toe tags
Still the blunts past ya
worried bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of walking
You was
You be me, huh?

Cuz is wack when he raps, and he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face it's done
My square homie's license, double in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you need to crip that
You want to that wheel
You to smoke that kil'
who am I?